Jini - Lagwagon

A city’s molten gold

The native rite of desperation

Affordable and safe

Words once in love now separated

Another auld lang syne to your bullpen

More vacancies my friends

Let’s do this!

Cracks in wet asphalt

Stress fractures cave-in to craters

Structural downfall

Leaking life

Dad is a failure

Everything in this sinking building broke

The bread-and-butter choke

Oh no

Jini Jini, I lost my head

Can’t pay the rent, can’t mend the fence

The life we built in the home we made

Where ownership it means nothing

If we leave, we will never be able

To return from landlock

We could breathe within our means

Stable for the long-term trade-off

It’s only a version of you

With a distorted world view

The fear of the unknown

Imprisons you

Jini Jini, I lost my head

Can’t mend the fence, can’t pay the rent

The life we built in the home we made

Where ownership it means nothing

Ownership means nothing

Our ownership, it means nothing